Lovers & Liars by Jean C. Joachim Page B

the darkness, concentrating on the
sensations Gunther’s lips and hands were creating inside her. I have no “off” switch. The man touches me,
and I’m ready to rock and roll. Desire rose in her like a phoenix from the
ashes, consuming her body. She licked his pecs ,
nipped at his skin, and grasped his erection, sliding her hand up and down.
    “Whoa!
Wait a minute.” Then he moaned, dropping his forehead to hers. “God, doe-eyes,
what you do to me.”
    She
felt him tremble, and it made her smile. Guess
I do have some power over you.
    Pressing
against him, she parted her legs. He slid his hand up into her wet warmth.
“Erica! You’re ready, babe.” He covered himself with a condom from the
nightstand, rolled onto his back, and gripped her hips with his strong hands,
lifting her. She straddled him as he lowered her slowly. They both moaned
together as he was buried deep inside her.
    “Oh,
my God. Gunther.”
    “Doe-eyes,”
he murmured.
    The
conversation stopped as they moved together, totally in sync, first slowly,
then faster. Gunther massaged her breasts, circling her peaks. Erica threw her
head back and opened her mouth wide to utter his name. He chuckled, but never
broke rhythm. When she could control it no more, a powerful orgasm ripped
through her body, stiffening the muscles before they relaxed, passing pure
pleasure through her veins.
    Gunther
pulled her to his chest and rolled them both over. He mounted her and thrust
into her hard and fast. A grunt and a groan signaled his release. He gripped
her tight and stopped. Her name slipped from his lips.
    When
he pushed up to hit the john, she rolled over and read the time in big, bright
red numbers. Three o’clock! Falling
back on the bed, she giggled.
    Gunther
returned. “Hey, it’s three. We’ve got to get some sleep. Tomorrow will be
busy.”
    “Just
lunch with Max and Cara.”
    “Nope.”
He drew her into his arms. “First, a shopping trip to Bergdorf Goodman’s and
Henri Bendel’s . Then a carriage ride. That joint is
in the park, right?”
    “Yep.”
    “Good.
By then we’ll be ready to sit down.”
    “I
ordered breakfast from room service on that little card. I hope it’s okay.”
    “Perfect.
Now sleep.”
    Contentment
and a sense of safety mixed with release relaxed Erica, who dozed off, wrapped
in the arms of her lover.

 
    * * * *

 
    Accustomed
to waking at six, Erica awoke at eight and cursed herself for sleeping in. The time change. She adjusted her watch,
slipped her robe on, and left Gunther sleeping. She went to the window and gawked
at the amazing display of fall colors in Central Park. Before she could take it
all in, there was a knock on the door.
    Gunther
was still in bed, so she let the man in. Following Erica’s instructions, he
wheeled the cart in right next to the window. She gently woke Gunther, who
signed, told her to take a twenty for a tip, and fell back to sleep.
    The
young man’s eyes almost popped out of his head as he pocketed the money and
thanked her profusely. “Please tell your husband thank you, too.”
    She
quickly turned away so he couldn’t see the color in her cheeks. Is this what it would be like to be Mrs.
Gunther Quill? It’s just a fairy tale. Don’t overthink it. Have fun. She
took her own advice and poured a cup of coffee, peeking under all the metal
domes keeping the food warm. If he
doesn’t get up, the meal will be cold.
    Erica
opened the door and walked quietly into the room.
    “Breakfast’s
here,” she whispered, but he didn’t move. “Gunther?” Still, he didn’t move.
Wearing an impish grin, she took a running start and leapt onto the bed,
landing right on top of him. The big oompf he uttered told her he was awake.
    “Jumping
on me, eh?” His eyes gleamed with mischief as he grabbed her, tickling her and
rolling them around until they fell off, laughing hysterically. He pounced on
her like a graceful panther, pinning her hands to the floor while he ravaged
her